94 Diagon Alley

    Lottery. She also imitated the Muggle to make a scratch prize area, of course only Gwen knew that the scratches were either 30% off or 50% off, hoping this would give Ron a good wand for the summer vacation.

    Then Gwen carried two tiny packages into the twins' dormitory, thank goodness the two guys slept in different positions, allowing her to tell who was who. Gwen, who put down the gift, opened the curtain ruthlessly, and glared at the boys' faces. Then she pointed her wand at her neck and applied a voice-enhancing spell.

    "Wake up - up - gentlemen!"

    Fred and George fell off the bed and collided.

    "Gwen, you shouldn't be here," George said, covering his eyes with his hands to block the light.

    "Merry Christmas to all of you. Hermione and the others are out. Unpack the presents. And, what are we going to do today?" Moved a small sofa for myself to the center of the dormitory.

    George just put on a hand-knitted sweater from Mrs. Weasley with a big G written on it. Then the two brothers opened the gift with solemn expressions.

    Two identical little people jumped out of the box, red hair, tall and thin, wearing the same white shirt and vest, and a Gryffindor tie. The little Weasleys started arguing as soon as they met.

    "I'm the more handsome twin." "Shut up you ugly, I'm the more handsome one." Of course, they obviously have the same face.

    "I'm the smarter of the twins." "Shut up you idiot, I'm the smarter one." To be honest, both look funny now.

    The two palm-height villains who were arguing were angry, and they jumped on the carpet, scuffled, and rolled into a ball.

    After five minutes of admiration, Gwen threw his wand and separated them, and the two little men sat on the shoulders of their masters, chattering in their ears, "George is better than you" One centimeter shorter." "Fred has more freckles."

    "Genius idea, you must love us to death." Fred pinched the flaming little Fred.

    Gwen never expected his prank product to get such a response and almost choked to death on his own saliva.

    "I have to say, Fred, I'm much more energetic than you even if it's a doll." George looked at himself with satisfaction.

    "These two little guys only last a week, but they're cute right? I asked them to help me mop the floor for a day yesterday. But they only fought for two hours." Gwen smiled and reached out for his present.

    The twins took out a crumpled slender box from under the bed, and inside it was a wand.

    Gwen raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure? Send Ollivander a wand?" Then she reached out, and as soon as she touched it, the wand turned into a wand with green leaves and A sprig of holly with clusters of small red fruits.

    "Awesome!" Gwen loved it, "I think the wand I just got was holly too. It's the perfect Christmas present, and I do love you guys. Now tell me, it's How to change back?"

    The twins scratched their heads: "Uh, this is a one-off."

    Gwen froze in place with a holly branch full of wild fruits, "Ah...I knew I wouldn't touch it right away. But it's still the best Christmas gift." After she finished speaking, she was moved The villain twins do a squiggly tap dance on the bed, and teach Fred and George how to control them with magic. In the end, she stopped Fred's rude behavior of taking off the villain's clothes, saying that she was not interested in the figures of the two at all, and the time was running out, so she only had time to pinch the villain's face.

    Fred regretted that their brothers were different in invisible places, and then both showed honeyed pride. Gwen turned his head and pretended not to see, otherwise the twins might have a big fight on Christmas Day.

    In the empty lounge, George and Fred talked to Gwen about their plans for the night. They're going to Filch's office to steal something, and the students' confiscated prohibited items are in Filch's drawer. In addition, they have to try to track Harry a few people to see what they are going to do. Of course, it's all for the new product, the protective goggles that will take on the legendary Medusa.

    While talking, the three little wizards with the smell of the sewer came back. Gwen greeted with guilt, and saw them go back to the dormitory. After a while, Ron ran into the lounge like a rampaging beast.

    "Gwen! 50% off! I got 50% off!"

    Gwen pretended to be surprised: "That's the lowest discount, and I'm going to lose. You're lucky, Ron, and I guess your holiday is going well."

    "Sure," Ron smugly stared at the golden lottery ticket, "we'll be fine tonight..." and covered his mouth, "Thank you! Gwen!"

    The little witch winked at the other two Weasleys, "As long as they don't break school rules tonight, I'm sure Mrs. Weasley will buy him a new wand."

    Fred and George shrugged, "They broke at least fifty school rules. Smell that sewage."

    At the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts, everyone was enjoying themselves. The auditorium looks grand. Not only were there a dozen Christmas trees covered in silver frost, and thick ribbons of mistletoe and holly crisscrossed on the ceiling, but there was also enchanted snow, warm and dry, falling gently from the ceiling. . Dumbledore led them to a few of his favourite Christmas carols, and Hagrid's voice grew louder as he drank glass after glass of eggnog. Percy hadn't noticed that Fred had cast a spell on his prefect badge to read "Stupid" and kept asking stupidly what everyone was laughing at. Draco Malfoy, sitting at the Slytherin table, made a gruff taunt about Harry's new sweater, which Harry didn't mind. With luck, within a few hours, Malfoy will be punished.

    Harry and Ron had just finished their third Christmas pudding when Hermione led them out of the Great Hall to carry out their plans for the night.

    Gwen waited for the twins to slowly finish their fifth serving of pudding and custard, stepping on them several times under the table before dragging the two reluctantly away from the table.

    "Remember, Gwen, you have to help us watch the wind." Fred ordered the seventh time, "If a student or Filch comes over—thanks Merlin his cat is still in the medical wing— Just try to tell us…”

    "...Or get their attention and drive them away." Gwen interrupted him, rubbing his stomach, "I know Fred, please don't talk about it."

    Everything was going according to plan, Fred and George entered the underground janitor's office smoothly, and Filch should be patrolling the sixth floor at the moment.

    until she saw two of Slytherin's students wandering the empty hallway, the two trolls who were following behind Malfoy, whose names Gwen couldn't remember. These two students may have eaten too much cake, and it seems that they can't find their way to their own college.

    "Ha!" said one of the big men, "Finally met one of theirs!" A figure flashed out of a nearby room, it was Percy.

    "What are you doing down here?" Percy seemed offended when Gwen saw the big man ask.

    "This," he said proudly, "is none of your business. You are Crabbe."

    "Who—oh, yeah," said the attendant.

    "Okay, go back to your own dormitory." Percy said sternly, "It's not safe to wander around in the dark corridors lately."

    "You're just walking around." The attendant pointed out. Gwen was surprised that he could use his brain to retort.

    "I," said Percy, straightening up, "I am a prefect. Nothing will come against me."

    Gwen took the opportunity to knock on the wall of Filch's office: "Your prefect brother is here, oh no, now Slytherin's Malfoy is here too."

    A red head emerges from the crack of the door: "Damn, we're still hunting. Get them away, Gwen, with your Toadstools."

    Draco Malfoy was walking towards them at a leisurely pace, "Where are you," he asked in a long voice, looking at his followers, "Have you two been eating in the auditorium? I've been looking for you guys, I want to show you something very interesting."

    Malfoy gave Percy an aggressive look. "What are you doing down here, Weasley" he asked sarcastically.

    Percy looked extremely indignant. "You need to show some respect to the prefect!" he said. "I don't like your attitude!"

    Malfoy seemed to have heard some big joke, and Gwen actually saw a hint of apology on the face of another not so tall scumbag.

    She whispered to the two thieves inside, "Let you see what the superb lookout technology is."

    Gwen folded her arms and pretended to pass by, "Hey Percy, here you are." She pretended not to see the three Slytherins, although the two guys behind Malfoy looked Shocked. "I just saw Ravenclaw's prefect, Pene? Sorry, I don't remember her name. She seems to be looking for you, which classroom on the second floor?"

    Gwen saw Percy's face quickly flush, "Yes, yes. We're going to a meeting of prefects, I mean